Lyrical Breakdown of Lick Shots - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lick Shots" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Missy Elliott weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Lick Shots" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Missy Elliott employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Missy Elliott's narrative.

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Uh, ayo, Timbaland See, what they don't understand Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em For two-double-zero-one (hey) And for those of you who hated (hey) You only made us more creative (Misdemeanor, uh) You don't wanna speak my name Mess around, get that ass blown away Brrah, fool, go on away I ain't never like your tail anyway Missy got somethin' to say I ride down the block in an Escalade Bling bling all in your face I think you might need to put on your shades Rah, I know you feel me though You hatin' on me, but you hear me though 20 inch rims sittin' crazy low Ah, I'm a crazy ho I'ma keep the party live Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight Keep your hands in the sky Wave 'em 'round like you're crazy high Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow You don't know who I be Your mammy tell you not to fuck wit' me If I give you head, you'll never leave Rah, stop sweatin' me Flip it on the blackhand side Looka here boy, don't you even try it Make me dislocate your spine My rings fix your shine like turpentine What you comin' 'round here now fo'? Baby, hell no, you just want my dough Get ya black ass on the flo' Fool touch me, that's a no-no Rah, Mr. DJ, won't you play that song? Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs Hey boys, won't you sing along? 'Cause we gon' rock the party 'til the early morn' Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow Y'all don't hear me (hot) You got your guns, but you don't scare me (ooh) Originality is leary (uh) My own style and I ain't sharin' Back up, back up, easy now Hey y'all (hot) Let's turn it up and tear the club down (uh) Grab your drinks and give me two rounds I'll break you off, I'm goin' down, down Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow Listen Listen Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow